"WHERE THE HELL DID HE GO?!" Yelled a man in the distance as a pack of hounds barked loudly alongside him. After scanning the entrance to the forest, the tall, horned man turned to look at his group of men who were all dressed in uniform. Their uniforms were all coin grey with a crimson red crest on the back of the torso. The crest was an illustration of a hawk with both wings facing forward and one dead mouse in each set of talons.
"The boy couldn't have gotten far," said the vermillion red, horned man, "He's still here in this forest. Find him before he escapes the property!" Ordered the man, "Got that?"
All the men nodded, except for one. One human man spoke up.
"Tregon, sir," said the man, "What if we don't succeed? What will happen if leaves the forest and runs into the nearest town?"
